Likes: An outing at the beach or at the lake at McLaren Park.
Pet-Peeves: Any dog who dares walk by the house is MOST insulting to her!
Favorite Toy: An old, disgusting, yellow, fluffy duck with squeaker.
Favorite Food: Anything human, like almonds, cheese, chicken.
Favorite Walk: Running through the sand dunes and on the beach at Fort Funston.
Best Tricks: She will "lay down" from a distance of about 25 yds, learned from sheep herding lessons.
Arrival Story: My partner and I were looking for a puppy to take the place of our recently deceased 16 year old Australian Shepherd. A local pet store was hosting a rescue organization's adoption day and they had several dogs, and about four puppies, all litter mates. There must have been 50 people shoving applications under the administrator's nose for those puppies. You have to be careful in a city that a puppy will have a yard, lots of company, and not be locked in some apartment all day. So the administrator was taking her time screening people. What got us the puppy was we had a picture of our old dog with us in our wallet. We attached that to the application as proof of our qualification to take care of a dog, and she was ours! Ten weeks old. That's her baby picture on her pet page.
Bio: If you go to Youtube and type in Hawkfluff in the search bar, you can see several videos of Thelma. Be sure to check out Goodnight Thelma and Guess Who's Coming to Dinner.
Forums Motto: Never met a pig's ear I didn't love!
What a day it was! First, I got up about the usual time: 4:30 a.m. because the stupid cat awakened me once again. I don't know what's wrong with that cat! All he does is howl in my ear and try to lick my face. Uck! But, breakfast was served when I went downstairs, so that was nice. Then I went back to bed. Later, I had to have my teeth brushed--AGAIN ! Luckily the toothpaste they use is liver flavored. Yum! Then a smelly old dog from down the street walked by with his owner. I could hear him jingling a mile away. I told him a thing or two, believe me!! In my loudest voice!!Then my dog walker came. She's ok, but I prefer my mommy. She takes me to this boring, fenced in park where I sniff a few doggie butts and check out the downtown view. We can't go to the fun parks, because once I ran home when nobody was looking. It was a long way, about 2 miles, and there were some busy streets. I knew which house was mine though. A nice person rang the door for me. Since then, we only go to closed in parks with the dog walker. When I got home, I had company. Two little guys come over with their owners for a visit. They chew on my bones and one lifted his leg in MY living room. Good grief! I was so nervous! They left, and then it was supper time, my favorite time of day. All in all, it was a good day. Tomorrow--the beach!!